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Shaya is on him before he even realizes what's happening, hands grasping at his shoulders, emerald eyes smoldering with intense hunger. She sizes him up like he's a Happy Meal®, a thin line of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth, which opens to reveal two sharp fangs, just begging to be plunged into pale skin. She grins.
❝What's wrong, B3?❞ she croons, voice oozing with faux innocence as she traces a finger down his jawline, eyeing his neck with interest. Her breath tickles his skin, causing goosebumps to form, which only increases her captivation. ❝I'm only just a little hungry...❞
❝Guh?!❞
Without warning, Shaya strikes. Bartholomew emits a strangled gasp as keen teeth embed themselves in his neck, sinking deeper and deeper into his flesh until blood spurts from a now severed artery. She rips his throat out with ease, too overwhelmed by desire to notice the way the light fades from his eyes. His body slumps back and, just for a moment, severe pain washes over him, mouth falling open in shock as the vampire drains him of several ounces of vital fluid — and not in the sexy way.
As death finally takes him in its merciful embrace, one question buzzes in his mind.
Was it worth it?
He will never know.
❝Mmgh... B3? What...?❞
Awareness returns to Shaya now that she's had her fill. The taste of iron dances on her tongue, the source dripping from her lips in copious amounts. She pulls back, a look of alarm sweeping across her features, only for grief to swiftly take its place when the realization of what she's done hits her.
❝Oh, my God... No... B3, please, you— you've got to wake up, baby. I didn't— fuck, I was just... so hungry...! I-I didn't— I didn't mean to! Bartholomew, please...❞
Shaya gives him a gentle shake, hoping to somehow beat the odds and reanimate her lover.
He does not move. Not a sound escapes him, features now much more relaxed, but still etched into a look of shock, horror and pain. His sunglasses are halfway down his nose, revealing dim yellow eyes, cloudy and lifeless.
Shaya clutches the boy's lifeless form, mournful sobs racking her own.
To Shaya, nothing was worth the loss of the one she held most dear.